Ghost by David Seth Smith



always standing at the edge of something

or in the sliver between places

that can be identified

you sense it in the morning

on the dock looking out

over the water

before anything is moving

or at night seeing

the moon through trees

as all else diminishes

the thing that grabs you

just past the throat

but stops

short of the heart

and waits there



©2015 David Seth Smith

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